Eleven months old is when we first gave Little Smith a taste of ice cream. We were at the harvest festival in my home town, it was coconut flavor from a local creamery and he tried a tiny thimble full, smiled, and then was done with it. Hurray! Another milestone to check off the list.
Baby Roo's first dance with ice cream was a whole different story.... and I blame myself. After all, I ate nothing but chocolate, fruit, and ice cream during my entire pregnancy with her. It was crazy, real-deal cravings that I was powerless to resist, and a big departure from the steamed kale and brown rice I munched daily the first time around. And so, I seem to be saddled with a permanent additional ten pounds, and this baby's love for ice cream is not a joke. She could not be cut off after she'd demolished the better part of my cone, giant heart wrenching tears convinced us to let her launch into her dad's chocolate fudge sunday too. This girl is sweet as pie (er... ice cream), but mark my words, she is going to be big big trouble. She already has us all wrapped around those little sticky fingers!